Lawrence S. Pertillar

Ode To A Demoted Flow

Energy I once had I thought to be everlasting, Has slowed.Each day I get up to quickly seek rest, From all the mindlessness that gets me upset.And yet...Even an ode to a demoted flow, Can not perk up an interest to feed and digest...An appetite I had when young, When someone stunning on my path had come....To excite those forgotten and dormant feelings.

Even an ode to a demoted flow, Can not stir up a request...From anyone I wish to hold close.To then whisper lowly under a slightly heard breath, A patience be granted upon me to be bestowed.While I digress in the hopes, A part of me will remember what it was I did next...Once I had a clear vision of being aroused!